Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Index,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.